Poems and songs about childhood

In normal study, work and life, everyone must have come into contact with some commonly used poems, which have the characteristics of harmonious phonology, distinct rhythm and catchy words. What are the widely used poems? The following is a poem praising your childhood, which I compiled for you. I hope it will help you. Poems praising childhood 1 have astringent green fruit flavor, faint wild flowers and long homesickness. It is an orchard full of young children, a bunch of flowers with smiling faces, and a clear spring full of yearning. And I often have such a long dream: there are leisurely clouds floating in the blue sky, happy kites shuttle through the leisurely clouds, and innocent childlike innocence is tied in the happy kites. Occasionally, in the blue sky after a storm, there will be a rainbow as soft as satin and as delicate as a flower. However, my childhood has long been weathered by ruthless years, and it can only hide in a dream-my paradise. Poems and songs praising childhood 2? The cicadas of willow trees at the entrance of the village are so crisp, like a personal concert. It was my wonderful childhood. Do you remember your playmates under the willow tree? Do you remember that straight bamboo pole? Is the winding path in the field so wide that it is interspersed in the sea of green hearts? Can the days of laughing and cursing still exist? On that evening afternoon, my uncle's young footprints in Gua Tian were inevitably chased playfully. The aunt next door is growling at the neighbor's brother and laughing at the ordinary fun of childhood. Children really simply accompany the memory of that era, depicting that innocent smile, recorded in a poem, in an eternal picture, always praising my childhood. In my dream, I am looking for my lost childhood dream, and I am looking for my childhood dream-Cunnan. There is a sun on the rutted and muddy road. I looked at the sun's muddy face and smiled at the childish face of a flower. In the north of the village, there is a moon playing in a puddle beside me, clear and bright as a mirror. I lay on the moon and looked up at the moon playing with a fool. I explored a wheat apricot in the east of my neighbor, and before the wheat yellow was broken into pieces, I stretched out a jujube in the west of my neighbor. Before the circle was red, I already ran into my stomach to celebrate my achievements. There are my carefree and innocent play in the fields by the roadside, and my fearless childhood in the laundry list. If I don't come, I can't find a grassy hill and a child dancing on the grass. He is burdened with the whole golden fruit. It was born in that hill. A laundry list is fruit picked from the mountain when I was a child. If you sell it, you will never come back. The gods are angry. The small ravine collapsed and the laundry basket was smashed by stones. The pole is under the fruit. Without the laundry basket, there would be no poem praising childhood. Childhood is a simple song, such as the singing of a stream, the quiet cry of crickets in the grass, and the rain kissing the grass lightly. Tick-tock is a string of happiness in my mouth; Hahahaha; ..... Childhood is a beautiful painting, such as the colorful sunshine in spring, the dazzling night sky dotted with stars, the white clouds floating leisurely in the blue sky, and every moment when my parents accompanied me to grow up ... When I was a child, I chased the beautiful dandelion dancing barefoot, grabbed the tadpoles like notes with my sleeves, hummed my favorite songs, walked forever, listened curiously to the teacher's various knowledge, and played crazy games with my classmates. Splendid childhood warm childhood hymn 5 Take off the happiness of childhood, collect the happy memories of childhood and take away the innocence of this ballad. Although this innocent childhood has almost quietly left us, the glorious road is full of thorns, but childhood has given us knowledge and courage, let us open all the windows of childhood, let the children play to their heart's content, wake up all the deep sleep, and let the children play and play to their heart's content. Childhood is like a drop of nutritious spring rain, and it is like a fertile soil. Can we stay in childhood? I strolled by the river and asked about it. The river just lowered its head and made a noise. I lay on the grass and asked the cloud, but the cloud was too busy to leave. I kept my childhood, looking for the footprints of my childhood, retaining the innocence and courage of my childhood, and let us look forward to a bright future together. Warm spring breeze, white clouds floating in the sky, green Liu Suifeng fluttering, streams gurgling, childhood figure on the grass, my partner bathed in sunshine. Childish songs came out, and the songs whirled in the willows, drifting across rivers and mountains and across the sky. No sadness and trouble, innocence and carefree, smiling on young faces. We run on the shore, the fish play and chase, the grass stretches gracefully in the water, and the cuckoo hovers leisurely in the air, singing about our childhood, perhaps jealous of the beauty of our childhood. The willow forest is lush, insects are whispering in the forest, and wild flowers in the grass are smiling. The picture of childhood has not faded, the pen still outlines the dream of childhood, lying on the soft grass at night, the bright moon hanging high, eyes staring at the night sky, trying to see through the universe, friends counting the stars, telling each other beautiful fairy tales. Childhood is really good, she used to be far away, really good childhood, she is the simplest past, and the beauty of childhood is life. At dawn, she led us to thrive, and our childhood was colorful and unforgettable. She is the most charming fragrance in the journey! Dear friend, do you still remember your childhood? What is childhood? People say that if a person's life is an ocean, then childhood is a wave in life. I said childhood is a fresh song. I use my immature hands to divide the time spectrum into pleasant notes and jump between my fingers. Childhood is a vivid picture. With clear eyes, I painted the years as a pure blue river flowing in my eyes. Childhood is a golden memory. I use my beautiful heart to dye time into a warm torch and pass it on in people's hearts. What did you think of when you were a child? People say that if a person's life is blue sky, then childhood is a young eagle looking forward to soaring. I said I wanted to be the rising sun when I was a child, because its light was more brilliant; Childhood wants to be a silent spring rain, because its breath is more fragrant; Childhood wants to realize all the dreams of life, because it is just a colorful picture. What did you do in your childhood? People say that if a person's life is a towering tree, then childhood is a bud ready to become a talent. I said that childhood should be a happy bird, innocently singing the happiness of life; Childhood should be a bright rainbow, depicting the background of life with kindness; Childhood should be a petrel that fights the wind and waves, and realizes the future ideal with strength and diligence. Childhood hymn 8 My childhood is dreamy, like a fairy tale, full of joy. No one can tell exactly what it is like. Perhaps, it is a seed buried deep underground waiting for sunshine and irrigation. Perhaps, he is just a blank sheet of paper waiting for a successful conclusion. Maybe ... maybe ... childhood is getting farther and farther away from me. What a wonderful youth! Childhood, like a colorful dream, is still so clear and unforgettable after waking up. No worries, no worries, no sadness. When I was a child, I was the protagonist, and everyone around me was my supporting role. When I was a child, it was my right to smile bitterly. Never mind what others say about you. Never mind the way others look at you. When I was a child, in our fairy tale world, I always thought that we were lovely princesses, wearing gorgeous clothes and beautiful headdresses, waving goodbye to my lovely childhood, which was full of childishness, and time led me to grow up. I hope the river flows in the opposite direction and brings me back to my long-lost childhood. Let's pay tribute to our wonderful childhood! Poems praising childhood 9 Childhood is a song, which composes our happy time; Childhood is a pot of tea, taste our childhood. Childhood is a starry sky dotted with our childhood memories; Childhood is a painting, which draws our colorful childhood memories. However, with the passage of time, childhood will never return, and our childhood will gradually drift away. Childhood is getting farther and farther away from us, but looking at the photos, we can still find his footprints. You see, when I was a child, I was scared by ducklings and ran while crying. This is my childhood. You see, when I was a child, I was covered in mud to catch butterflies. This is my childhood. You see, when I was a child, I cried because I couldn't be a monitor. This is my childhood. Let's take the last bus of childhood to follow, enjoy and taste the taste brought by childhood! A poem praising childhood 10 hesitated for too long to accept this reality. After all, I have to see you again. I promised to protect this summer all the time, but I can't escape the fool of fate. The gorgeous teaching building lit up the end of the dark night. This summer, we will spend so many days together. I can't help but look at you one more time and see our story. You have been polished by years, and your classmates have experienced six years of vicissitudes. In the midnight sky, everything becomes strange. This group of children graduated, and the classroom will still be full of people next summer, but it is not them anymore. This eternal glorious moment took away the outline. We buried the starry night sky and turned back to tears. How fragile the faded wound looks. After a while, summer gradually became cold. In the evening, the sunset kissed my cheek, and I couldn't wait to stop and look at the back of the dusk. A sandstorm passed without any news. Honey said we wouldn't cry after graduation.